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Smoke,

Fill my lungs.

They've been tainted pink and pure.

Never was I told that a balanced meal,

Regular exercise and

'Just saying no' would leave me bored and bland,

Waiting for nothing.

I'll roll the dice on mortality.

I want it.

Give it here.

Smoke,

Fill my lungs.

Vandalize my breathing.

Make me whole.

I don't know

Trapped in reality

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Grace me with your taste

Lick me, oh sultry siren

I long to be yours

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2

They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then.

I have been waiting.

I have been searching.

I am a man under the moon walking the streets of earth until dawn.

There's got to be someone for me.

It's not too much to ask.

Just someone to be with.

Someone to love.

Someone to give everything to.

Someone.

The comedian has tears in his eyes.

He's been laughing and laughing, from what I could surmise.

But I can't see anything funny around,

Maybe it's something far more profound.

He's doubled over on the floor now,

Heaving in giggles galore.

What is so funny to him,

When all around is such a bore?

I pondered and wondered what it could be,

That's making him so much happier than me.

I simply had to find out.

So I rushed up to him and shouted out,

"What on earth are you laughing about?"

He stops mid-chuckle and looks at me;

His eyes crimson and swollen, sullen as can be.

His face wet,

His body shaking,

His every wrinkle clearly emanating,

Misery, morbidity, joy bereft;

His eyes

I used to write these thoughts down to share with you

Why didn't you wait for me to get better?

How could you quit so easy?

Was I not worth sticking around for?

I'm so excruciatingly exhausted being by my lonesome,

listening to my monologue with no reply from anywhere.

I miss you achingly, my sweet angel.

I write my words and picture you reading them someday.

I publicise my playlists, hoping you'll listen to them and unforget me.

I told you I'll never stop loving you and I never did.

I break off bits of my soul into these words for you, my baby.

I die a little every night without you.

I'm tired now,

I'm going to close my eyes and wonder

If you ever loved me at all.

[Menta

I am

Unaccountable no more

Indifferent no more

Voluntarily oblivious no more

God fuck me

For I am a juvenile, no more

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To the ones that forge frowns,

To the worrying, crying naysayers,

To the realist, smile-ist, self-supremacist souls,

To the quitting, complaining, preaching, leeching, silver lining deniers;

Fuck You.

To the ones with the words ' no, not, can't, won't',

To the glass half-empty, life half-lived, retarding baggage dumpers,

To the hateful, vengeful, spiteful, sad, soft saps;

Fuck You.

To dreaming in retrospect,

To sitting around and waiting to die,

To disbelief, disinterest, disenchantment;

To slumber, To judgement,

To comfort, To contentment;

To the ones who don't dance upstream,

Fuck You.

Fuck You.

One more time,

Fuck you.

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I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes I am struck by the feather of your soft reply The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain And conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Locked up,

Bloated up and

Far from fucked up;

Sighing blue, grey and shades of black.

Waiting on parole,

Waiting on tomorrow,

Waiting on the words;

I gaze out the window, watching

Streets and skies barren of life,

Lights dimming,

Life passing me by.

Remembering joy,

Remembering noise,

Remembering when things happened.

Each day fades into the next.

Tomorrow’s no different than yesterday;

Silence looming always.

Yet, I must do my time;

So I solace in slumber.

Dreaming of the good times,

Dreaming of laughter, glasses clinking,

Aromas wafting through the air,

Heels clicking,

Herb burning,

Embers flying

Amidst a bonfire of

what was

And what shall be again.

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You eclipse my time to play,

You beckon sadness away.

I've concentric windows around my eyes that speak of our dialogue departure.

I'm sorry for how I treated you;

Come back,

Come back,

I'm no nocturnal,

I'm no eternal,

I know now how much I need you.

Where'd you go?

Why do you evade me so?

Must I resort to my ritual for your return?

I suppose so.

Very well.

Twilight is nigh.

I turn down the lights and

Put on Lou Reed, with a soft sigh;

Pour myself some rye,

Ponder on the by and by,

Pilfer my mind of how and why,

And maybe, hopefully, eventually;

Some shut eye.

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